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Artist: Andrew Bird
Album: Noble Beast
Song: Effigy
[http://www.indieguitartabs.com/bands/andrew_bird/effigy.html]
Tabbed by: hungryjshoe@yahoo.com
Capo 3rd fret
[intro]
F Am G Dm
e--------------------------------------------|
B--------------------------------------------|
G---2--222-0---------------------------------|
D------------3-2---222-0---------------------|
A-------------------------3-2---222--3--20---|
E--------------------------------------------|
Dm Am E F Am D Dm G
e-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B---------1^0-----------------------------------------------------------------|
G--2--222---------------------------------------------------------------------|
D-------------2--222-3--20--000-2-0-------------------------------------------|
A-----------------------------------3---3-2-0-000--3-20--3-333--5--7--5-3-2---|
E-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
C F
If you come to find me affable
C G
Build a replica for me
C F
Would the idea to you be laughable
C G
Of a pale facsimile?
C F
So will you come to burn an effigy?
C G
It should keep the flies away
C F
And when you long to burn this effigy
C G Am D Dm G G#
It should be of the hours that slip away, slip away
F C G
It could be you, it could be me
F Am
Working the door, drinking for free
F G
Carrying on with your conspiracies
C F
Filling the room with a sense of unease
G C Am
Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
F G C Am Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone
F G
When one has spent too much time alone
So will you come to burn my effigy?
It should keep the flies away
If you long to burn an effigy
It should be of a man whose has lost his way, slips away
It could be you, it could be me
Working the door, drinking for free
Carrying on with your conspiracies
Filling the room with a sense of unease
Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone
When one has spent too much time alone